Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2007 15:45:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Tracy Smith
Subject: School for Excess, Part 1 (M/M, scat, ws, oral, anal)
Copyright 2007, Tracy Smith, and everything that goes with that.
This is a continuation of the story, "Fat Boy", but since the story line
has taken a drastic turn, I've retitled it to better reflect the new
direction.This is a fictional story of sexual activity among adult males
and (often) underage males. If that offends you, or you're underage, or
this story is illegal where you are, then don't read it. In any case,
though, please make a donation to the Nifty board for posting it.
If you like THIS story, you might also like "Sleepover Diversion", "Paper
Boy's Dilemma", "Fat Boy", and "Wearing Chris and Eric", all available at
www.nifty.org.
This is all fantasy, of course - but what a wonderfully PERVERTED fantasy!!
Write me at Tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com if you like it. If you don't like
it, well, I just don't know what to say.
==================================
If you read "Fat Boy" (parts 1 and 2), you'll know I'm Scott O'Brien, a
brown-haired, blue-eyed, 205 pound, 6' 1" 21 year old ex-college football
quarterback. You'll also understand why I was the lover of a fabulously
wealthy blond, 23 year old fat boy, Lynn Talbot.
A lot had gone on since my adventures with Lynn, Josh and Marcel, that were
chronicled in Part 2 of "Fat Boy". Lynn had lost a lot of weight, and was
down to a svelte 200 pounds, a loss of 150 pounds. He'd become relatively
buff, and no longer qualified for `fat boy' jokes. It appeared that his
regimen of eating a lot of pre-digested food (read "shit", here), plus
cosmetic surgery, had really done the trick. "And, I can eat as much as I
want, and never gain weight!" Lynn joked.
Along with the weight loss, I had been able to convince Lynn of the merits
of my project, and construction had been ongoing. The project was to build
and establish a charter school for approximately 100 boys. These would be
boys rejected by the rest of society for various reasons, boys from 10 to
14 years of age, a time when boys are starting to come to terms with
adolescence and the many choices available to them. I saw an opportunity to
help these boys, plus to provide many exciting and satisfying experiences
for Lynn and me.
Because I was an engineering major at my university - and by the way, I
graduated, thanks to Lynn bankrolling my last semester - I did a lot of the
work on certain unique aspects of the building design, and the utilities
that served it. The project came along quite rapidly, and soon we were
nearly ready to begin taking applications. At long last, the building and
its accouterments were finished, and I took Lynn on a grand tour. He knew
certain parts of my plan, but not all, and I wanted to surprise him.
"So, here's the dorm rooms where the boys will sleep," I said, as we walked
along one of the hallways in the residence part of the building. "Four to a
room, but with plenty of room for them to stretch out."
"And the bathrooms?" Lynn asked.
"As I explained, each room has its own private bathroom, double-sized so
that two boys at a time could use it, if necessary," I explained. "One
toilet, one urinal, a double-size shower, two sinks. And the utilities
look fairly normal, but they have some interesting differences."
"Such as?" Lynn asked.
"Well, the toilets are built to be low flow, which is certainly not
unusual. As a matter of fact, that's the law. But we're using water heated
to approximately 99 degrees F, rather than just cold water, to flush away
the contents. We've also built in small air ducts in the toilet bowls,
maintaining a low negative pressure only when weight is detected on the
toilet seat," I said.
"You mean, when someone sits down," Lynn said.
"Yeah," I said, grinning. "When someone, one of the boys, is sitting on the
toilet, a small exhaust duct will pull air out of the inside of the bowl."
Lynn looked perplexed, but I was going to clarify it all soon enough.
"And attached to the base of the bowl is a collector that collects used
toilet paper without it becoming part of the wet waste included with the
feces. That's also conducted by a higher level of negative air pressure,
like the pneumatic tube at a bank drive through. It's sort of a recycling,
separate materials at the point of origin thing."
Lynn stared at me. "That seems like a lot of work to go to to separate
toilet paper from shit," he said. "I just wish all this shit wasn't going
to waste," he said, looking sad. "When I think of how much fun 100 boys
shit could be...". I shrugged my shoulders.
"Let's finish the tour," I said. "Another feature we put in, is a special
set of waterless toilets, for boys here that are experiencing diarrhea.
This requires training on their part to remember to use them, unfortunately
I couldn't figure any way to build it into the regular toilets."
"What difference does it make which toilet they use?" Lynn asked. I could
see he was still thinking about the waste of tasty boy shit, and his heart
wasn't in his questions.
"You'll see," I said. "Now, you need to see the rest of the system," I said
mysteriously. "Follow me."
We went down the stairs to the basement, through two sealed doors into a
part of the building that was well-hidden. After we entered the basement
room, Lynn looked around. There were three notable features in the
approximately 20 foot by 30 foot room.
The first was the 10 foot by 10 foot, toilet bowl-shaped opening in the
floor, 4 feet deep.
"That looks like a swimming pool," Lynn remarked. "A small pool, though."
"That's kind of what it is," I said. "Except instead of filling it with
water, all of the toilets from the boys' bathrooms lead here." Lynn looked
at me.
"Why? Is that some kind of plumbing requirement?" Lynn asked.
"No...." I said. "It's our requirement." Lynn got my emphasis on the word
`our'. I could see him working it through.
"So, eventually this thing fills up with shit from all the boys here?" he
said, a smile coming to his face. "More shit, and less water, and at body
temperature?" A big smile broke out on his face. "And just WHAT are you
planning?"
I grinned, and said, "I thought you might like to take a dip, now and then,
in a pool filled with a week's worth of shit and piss from 100 young
boys. Did I guess correctly?"
Lynn took me in his arms, kissing me wildly. I could feel his dick pressing
into mine. I thought he'd split his pants in front.
"FUCK!" he exclaimed. "We'll have a swimming pool full of boy shit!! We can
swim in their shit and piss!! Can we eat it, too?" he asked, a hopeful look
on his face.
"Sure," I said. It's designed to be completely emptied and refilled weekly,
so the shit is always relatively fresh and new. In addition, we've lined
the waste pipes with ultraviolet lights to kill any bad bacteria or
viruses. Also, we put a low level of ozone in the water for the same
reason. By the time this gets here, the shit is free of anything bad,
bug-wise, and the ozone's disappeared. It's like the shit was fresh out of
the ass hole of a young boy, and guaranteed safe to contact."
"You mean, `touch'. And `eat', don't you?" Lynn asked.
"Oh, yeah," I confirmed. And this tap here at poolside..."
"It looks like a beer tap," Lynn commented.
"Yes, just about," I said. "It holds piss from the waterless urinals
upstairs for no more than two hours, so if you pull the tap, you'll
dispense piss fresh from a boy's cock within the last two hours. Often, the
piss will be directly dispensed as a boy pisses."
"God," Lynn sighed. "Fresh, hot boy piss." He looked like he was in heaven.
"This is wonderful!" Lynn exclaimed. "And we can come down here when this
pool is full...?"
"Yup," I said. "Just like a pool."
"And what's this?" he asked, noticing a smaller, similarly shaped pool
nearby. "It looks like a hot tub."
"Remember the special toilets for boys with diarrhea?" I asked.
"And it all goes in here?" Lynn asked. "A hot tub full of diarrhea? MY
GOD!"
"And hot diarrhea, pasteurized by heating to 160 degrees, then cooled down
to 103 degrees F, and aerated, just like a jacuzzi," I said. "All the bad
stuff is killed, and we're left with perfectly safe liquid shit, from the
little pink and brown ass holes of young boys."
"Oh my god! That would be amazing!" Lynn exclaimed. "This is the most
amazing thing!"
"I thought you'd like it," I grinned.
"Thank you SO much," Lynn said, kissing me again, his lips warm and full
against mine. "Now, why are the walls that funny looking white? Is that
something `different', too?"
"Smart as ever," I said. "They're rear projection video panels for high
definition viewing of videos. I have a feeling we're going to be able to
get some pretty interesting videos from the high-def video cameras
throughout this building. Can you see yourself lounging in a hot tub full
of shit, drinking a glass of hot piss, and watching boys play together in
their beds, or in their bathrooms.....or just some memorable scenes you've
recorded from right here in the pool room?"
"Fuck!" Lynn said. "Is it recording now?"
"Yes, and the recordings ONLY go to the panic room in your mansion,
accessible only by retina eye scan from both you AND I. You can show them
here, and you can control which scenes and live cameras are shown here. The
cameras are motion sensitive, so they're attracted to movement."
"Then, let's start this off with a bang!" Lynn exclaimed. He started
stripping me down, which was fine with me. Stripping off my shirt, then
unbuckling my pants, pulling them down, leaving me in my underpants. He
gazed with longing at my muscular 205 pounds, still in game shape, my chest
hair a light brown over my taut muscles. My dick was tenting out my white
undershorts, a small wet spot showing where my pre-cum was leaking from my
piss slit. My ass cheeks filled out the back of the shorts nicely, a round,
hairless, bubble butt that Lynn loved to lick and kiss.
Lynn stripped himself naked, except for his own briefs, looking a lot more
buff than he had when I first met him. His naked body was completely
hairless, except for small patches of fur under his arms, and a small patch
above his 7" dick, and his hairy ball sack.
He knelt behind me, kissing my ass cheeks through the cotton, his hand
squeezing and caressing my stiff, 9" dick in the front. "Fart in my face,"
he ordered me, "and then shit your pants!" I knew Lynn well enough to hold
off taking a shit unless he wasn't in the mood, so I always had a
chronically full feeling when I was to meet him. Shitting for him wasn't
any problem.
I had a full load of last night's dinner, with brussel sprouts and cabbage,
and that morning's breakfast for him, with lots of eggs, which made my
farts stink to high heaven, just the way Lynn liked it. He slipped his hand
inside the leg hole of my underpants, his fingers slipping over the long
shaft of my dick, caressing and stroking my cock. His fingertip was wet
with my cream, as he ran it over my piss slit again and again.
"Jack my cock, bitch! I've got a full load of cum, piss and shit for you,
but I'm not givin' you any until you make me feel really good," I
said. Lynn loves being verbally abused.
"Your filthy slut mouth doesn't deserve my tasty shit, you're gonna have to
work for my crap. Stroke my big, hard cock, and kiss my bubble butt, and
maybe I'll let you eat some of my man shit while I fuck your tight,
puckered ass hole," I said. He excitedly jacked my penis, smooth fingers
caressing my hot man meat.
I love the way he rubs one out, usually catching a full shot of my man
cream in his mouth. He stroked my penis so sweetly, only using his
fingernails occasionally, a little pain on top of the pleasure. His lips
were pressing into my ass crack, and I cut a couple of farts right into his
face.
"How do you like that, bitch?" I growled. "Hot farts right in your face,
just like shitting in your mouth!" He moaned with pleasure. His own dick
was pushing out the cotton of his undershorts - the smell of shit turned
Lynn on more than anything.
They must have really stunk, because even he grunted with surprise and had
to turn his face away for a second...but he came back again. He always
does. The smellier my farts, and the fouler my shit is, the more aroused he
becomes. Finally, I could feel a climax coming, so I tried to let my shit
slide out at the same time I came, shooting my white man cream, hot and
sticky, all over his fingers and hand, and three fat, wet turds into my
underpants, the stinky man shit pressing out like lumpy pudding. It
instantly moistened the cotton it was so wet, getting brown stains on his
cheeks and lips.
Lynn sighed with satisfaction when he smelled and felt my shit, hot and
smelly, right under his mouth. He started sucking the wet shit through the
cotton, then slipped my underpants off my ass cheeks and down my legs to
the floor, a large, glistening brown turd popping into his mouth before it
got a chance to fall on the floor. He wiped his cum-covered fingers on his
face, loving the feel of my hot man jelly on his skin. The other two turds
he took into his hands, then shoved them down the front of his pants,
putting two handfuls of my hot, sloppy shit inside his underpants, like two
giant balls, only made of shit.
Lynn was gobbling at my hairy ass crack, his sweet, long tongue slipping up
inside my ass, hooking out my fresh shit, licking my pink hole. I thrust my
ass onto his face, knowing his face was now smeared with fresh man shit.
The air around us stunk with the odor of my freshly crapped feces. He
pulled my underpants completely off, then stood and we kissed, our bodies
in close contact, our dicks fencing together. His lovely, thin 7" always
felt so exciting on my skin, or up my ass, but just as exciting as it
pressed into my 9" shaft.
I slipped my dick through the piss opening of his briefs, our dicks mashing
the two piles of shit inside there as we kissed and pawed each other. I
slipped my hands down the back of his undershorts, cupping his hot, round
ass cheeks, then putting my right hand into his crack, pulling his warm
body into mine. Then I let my load of hot, golden piss jet out, filling his
underpants with my urine, bathing his shitty cock and balls in my pee. It
felt good to release my quarts of man piss into his pants, the yellow
liquid instantly staining his white underpants, and running down his legs.
We stood there, with him drenched in acrid man pee, his dick long and hard
with excitement, our lips mashing together in passion, his breath shitty
from my turd he'd eaten, brown stains on his pink lips and his teeth, and
his tongue excitedly sharing some of the excrement with me. I chewed and
swallowed the stringy pieces of my own shit, savoring the foul taste and
greasy feel of the crap.
"Fist me," he breathed. I knelt behind him and pulled his briefs down
revealing his pale globes with the excited, small red hole in the middle. I
slipped one finger in, then quickly a second and third, getting him
ready. Finally, I slowly slipped my entire hand inside his opening, now
stretched out wider, hot and very moist inside. His rectum was lined with
shit, soft and greasy.
A few months after we met, Lynn had suffered a gall bladder attack, gall
stones causing a blockage. The doctor had told Lynn he'd need to have his
gall bladder taken out, which nowadays is a fairly easy procedure. What we
didn't realize, is the effect that losing a gall bladder has on one's
pooping.
It seems that the gall bladder stores excess gall, to digest fats and oils
if you should happen to eat foods with a lot of fats and oils. Okay. But
when you don't have all that stored gall anymore, then all the fats and
oils don't get digested, which means they come out in your poop. That, in
turn, means that you don't gain the calories from a lot of the fat you eat,
because it never gets broken down, plus, your shit becomes much softer and
creamier.
What that meant for us, was that Lynn's weight loss became a lot easier,
and our games with his shit became a lot messier, which pleased us
both. So, sliding my fist up inside his rectum was a whole lot easier, and
I found lots of smelly, mushy, creamy feces along the way. I fucked in and
out of his hot, greasy ass, pulling out hot, wet, very smelly shit every
time I pulled out, until Lynn shot a load of sticky white cum all over the
floor from his orgasm. We lay down together on the tile floor, with me
smearing his foul crap all over his naked body, and he then licked my
fingers, enjoying the taste of his own feces.
We lay there in each other's arms for a little while, and Lynn kissed my
cheek lovingly. "Thank you, that was a wonderful thing to do," he said.
"What, fisting your hot ass?" I said. "I've done that before."
"Well, yeah, that was nice. But I meant building this place for us. So,
it's going to be a private charter school? For young boys?"
"Yeah, not taking government money means less government oversight. As long
as our kids pass the state exams, we should be okay. And, the school IS
legit, we ARE going to teach them and help them to get a high school
diploma. It's just a bonus that we can have some fun on the side with those
that are willing participants!"
"Thanks again," Lynn responded. "It was the greatest day of my life when I
responded to your ad!"
=====================
Six months later found us both in the same place, only now, the school was
in operation. The secret pool of piss and shit was filled to the brim. The
boys were all healthy and good eaters, each averaging about two bowel
movements a day. The 100 boy students lived in during the week, then went
home on weekends. There were probably 1,000 individual bowel movements and
the accompanying piss in the pool, and a small amount of water. Lynn and I
stood completely naked, hand in hand, our dicks sticking straight out - my
9" and his 7", the perfume of schoolboys' collected shit and piss from the
last week filling our nostrils. I estimated about 3,000 individual turds.
They were all variations of brown, from golden yellow to nearly black,
floating in the slightly diluted piss of the boys. Most were about 4-5"
long, with many, many small nuggets of shit surrounding them, and a few
monster turds of 12" or even more, in length! At the side of the pool was
the small tap, which was fed by the waterless urinals in the
bathrooms. Naturally, if a boy only had to pee, he would use the urinal,
and we collected that, as well as the contents of the toilets. We could
easily have a hot drink to accompany our pool fun. We stepped off the edge,
and splashed down the 4' into the pool, a warm bath of piss and shit
enveloping us. The feeling was wonderful, and amazing.
We had finished installing the piping for the air vents installed in the
toilet bowls, so that we could take a hit of collected boy farts whenever
we wished. Lynn was especially enamored of that feature. As for the toilet
paper smeared with boy shit, I had shown Lynn how we could collect the wads
of toilet paper the boys had wiped their cute little asses with, and fill
pillow cases, to make very fragrant pillows for our bedroom back in the
mansion. Many a time, we would fuck each other for hours, then, falling
asleep with our heads against the highly shit-perfumed pillows, pop another
woody, resulting in one more unexpected fuck, or blow job.
Back in the pool, there was boys' piss and shit all over the hairs of my
chest, and Lynn's finger traced through it, then into his mouth, even as
dozens of warm pieces of shit bumped into our naked cocks, balls and
asses. Lynn's hand dipped into the noisome fluid wonderingly, coming up
with a deep, dark brown piece of boy feces, 5" long and narrow. He brought
it to his nose, sniffing it deeply, though how he could expect to make out
its particular smell amidst the vapors of our toilet bowl, I didn't know.
Then he popped it into his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. "Scott, this is
marvelous!" he exclaimed. "My god, this boy's shit is so delicious! I must
find out which one it is..."
"Well, it could be any of a hundred young boys, Lynn," I said. "And you
really should sample others, too, don't you think?"
"Yes, of course, I'm just SO excited!" I'd never seen him happier. He knelt
down in the fluid, with the level of turds floating in piss at the same
level as his mouth. He sipped in some of the body temperature liquid, piss
with small brown pieces of shit in it, savoring it like a fine wine. I
could see the piss-shit mixture swirling around his body, as his right hand
stroked his cock. I was stroking mine, too, as I watched him drinking and
eating boy shit and piss. The feeling of being immersed in the shit and
urine of dozens of boys was very intoxicating. So was the thought of the
video cameras recording us now. I knew it could make a good introductory
backdrop to the shit seduction of some of those boys later, in this very
room.
I cupped my hand and swirled it through the yellow-brown waste of a hundred
pretty, pretty boys, the product of their small cocks and their tiny piss
slits, their tight, puckered pink and brown anuses, their hot and fragrant
rectums, all that a man could dream of. I brought it to my mouth and sipped
it myself, the fluid salty and acrid, the smallish pieces of brown waste
floating in it sweet and creamy, delicious. It was clear to me that our
little pool would be a tremendous success in bringing pleasure to Lynn and
me, and perhaps others.
Lynn turned his back to me, and braced his hands on the edge of the pool,
spreading his legs. "Fuck me, Scott. Stick your hot, fucking cock up my
ass, here, in the pool. Ram that big dick deep inside me! God, surrounded
by shit, it's like heaven. I so want to get fucked, in heaven!"
"Ahh, and boys' shit at that," I said, holding my hard cock in my hand and
already fitting it between his round ass globes. Lynn pressed his ass back
anxiously, sighing at the feel of my hardness at his pucker.
"So fuckin' hot," he muttered. "Fuck me, here, in shit, and piss, fill me
with your hot cum, man," he said, already getting into a zone, his face
turned to see me fucking him. I put my hand on his now-slim hips, and
pushed in, insistently, my dick sinking inside him, familiarly, his heat
even more intense than that of the shit around us, his ass opening eagerly
for me.
"Ahh," he groaned, as my cock impaled his tight hole. "FUCK! Do me, fuck my
ass, please.....HARD!!" My cock slammed in and out of his greasy hole, the
turds of the boys from the school bouncing up and down around us as our
hips generated waves of pleasure in each of us, and in the sea of piss and
shit around us. My ball sack floated in the liquid mess around us, shit
coating the wrinkled pink skin and catching in my wiry pubic hair.
I picked up a fat, wet turd from the fluid in which we stood, golden drops
of boy piss dripping off it, then brought it around to Lynn's mouth, and
slipped the slimy waste over his full lips and onto his tongue. He bit it
in half, chewing and savoring its shitty goodness. I took the mushy piece
of shit left between my fingers, and popped it into my mouth, the creamy
excrement coating my tongue, the yellow urine dripping off it, salty and
warm in my mouth. I mushed it around in my mouth, crap flavor filling my
mouth and nose, then leaned forward to kiss Lynn, our brown lips and
tongues coming together passionately.
I broke the kiss, to better slam into his tight ass, my climax coming
rapidly. My cock filled his hole, incredibly tight and hot, but always
silky smooth as his ass muscles gripped my dick. "Fuck my slutty boy cunt,
Scott, make me your hot little bitch! Fill my ass with your hot, sweet
cum!" He threw his head back on my shoulder as my hairy balls banged into
his smooth ass, and our lips met again in passion and pleasure, kissing
wildly, our tongues caressing and dancing together as our climaxes
approached.
The intense pleasure that an impending orgasm inside of Lynn's hot, tight
ass hole always brought me washed through me, my shaft pumping load after
load of sticky, hot semen inside his pink hole, and driving him into his
own climax, spurt after spurt of white, creamy cum jetting out of his balls
and piss slit, onto the slimy mess surrounding us both.
"FUCK! FUCKIN' GOOD! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!" he crooned, as I bit down on his
shoulder, ecstasy filling me. Our orgasms left us both weak in the knees,
and when I slipped down into the sewage, I pulled Lynn with me, both of us
going under into the mix of shit and piss, the rich, wonderful intestinal
waste of a hundred young boys. Both of us came up spitting the liquid we'd
accidentally swallowed, laughing and giggling like small boys ourselves,
drenched and covered in fragrant shit and piss.
"God, that was fantastic!" Lynn exclaimed, then splashed me, covering me in
more of the smelly, hot waste. I splashed him back, then we mock wrestled,
falling again and again in gallons of young boys' crap and urine. I took a
handful of turds, and began mashing them into his face, the brown smearing
on his face. Lynn thrilled me by opening his mouth to eat them! "Damn,
they're good," he mumbled.
I decided to try some more myself, picking up a particularly reddish, soft
turd near my thigh, and slipping it between my lips. The earthy taste and
foul funk of the anonymous boy's shit tasted really fine, and I felt my
dick hardening again. That was when I noticed the fat, white blob on the
turd, then looking around me, saw several white globs attached to turds. I
inspected the white stuff more closely, and I'm pretty certain it was cum.
"Lynn, look, cum...and I'm pretty certain it's not yours. It must be the
boys'."
"Huh? How does that happen?" he said.
"I dunno, somehow their cum is ending up in the toilet. Do you think
they're jacking off in the toilet?" I asked.
"Well, I wouldn't. But there IS another way..."
I thought about it. "You mean, if it was in a boy's ass when he took a
shit?"
"Yeah, exactly," Lynn said. "I think some of the boys are getting fucked in
the ass!" It was nice to know that at least some of the boys liked some of
the same things we did. And we found out later just how many of the boys
shared that interest.
Lynn and I found many opportunities to play naked in the pool of piss and
shit, and took advantage of every one. Numerous times we'd eat turds we
selected, hot and steamy boys' turds, fresh from their sweet little asses,
via the toilet, but still fresh and hot. Then we'd cum on each other, and
into the turds. We found quite a large number of gooey white globs attached
to the brown pieces of shit, and ate them, too, small delicacies among our
meals.
==========================
After a few months, we had an episode of diarrhea run through the dorms,
and that gave us our opportunity to use the `shit jacuzzi.' We were well
aware that diarrhea might easily transmit bacteria or viruses that could
make us and others sick, so we took great pains to disinfect the smelly,
runny liquid feces several times to kill any pathogens.
The system worked perfectly, mechanically speaking, and Lynn and I found
ourselves in the four person hot tub, the diarrheal waste heated to about
103 degrees, which made it feel VERY exciting, as well as volatilizing the
many gases and smells you would find in runny liquid shit. On top of that,
the tub ran jets of air through the diarrhea, bubbling the shit around us
and splashing us as the bubbles broke. Of course, the bubbles smelled worse
than any farts, which gave both of us boners as soon as we neared the
bubbling cauldron of delicious, tasty shit.
Lynn and I embraced and hugged and kissed in the hot tub, the diarrhea
swirling around us and entering all of our openings, and we certainly had
no objections whenever the diarrhea might accidentally enter our
mouths. Lynn and I would take turns blowing each other, ducking into the
hot pool of active liquid feces, the diarrhea running up our noses and in
our mouths, as we sucked on each other's hot dick. Lynn's long, thin cock
would fill my mouth, along with several swallows of boys' diarrhea, as my
head bobbed up and down on him. Of course, we couldn't do that for more
than a minute at a time!
I loved lying back in the tub, Lynn submerging in the waste, his plump lips
covering my cock up and down, his head bobbing up and down as he'd suck my
hard penis for a minute at a time, then surface, small, liquid particles of
shit in his hair, urine dripping down his face, and he'd kiss me, his hot
lips pressed against mine, his tongue searching out mine, our hands swiftly
stroking each other's dick until we came, shooting our full loads into the
waste, then picking out the stiff white globs and feeding them to each
other, seasoned, naturally, with the shit of the boys in our school.
It was about three months further into the operation of the school that we
discovered which boys might be interested in joining us in our play.....
=====================
What do you think about this story? Let me know if you like it, and why. If
you don't like it, tell me why, too, at tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com